tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post2973273105918024285..comments2023-11-12T13:22:30.358+01:00Comments on andrewjshields: My Daughter Considers Her BodyAndrew Shieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02804655739574694901noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-2182405852399937252008-10-13T06:33:00.000+02:002008-10-13T06:33:00.000+02:00oh, i do like this. and not just because ut's bett...oh, i do like this. and not just because ut's better than anything i managed to write about my daughter! in the penguin book of the sonnet? i really should know but can't check due to my copy being sneaked away!<BR/><BR/>artifice in poetry? (for the record i didn't notice it was a sonnet either) maybe it was the way i was (or wasn't) taught but i can't abide poems that rhyme, never have. and meter! show me the day i speak in meter! lol<BR/><BR/>not that i'm against them (not now anyway) but i like poems that are about what they say, not how they say it. i feel that rhythm etc should be suggested, not foregrounded, which, to me, is kind of what this one does.<BR/><BR/>or maybe it's just the way we're made. for the record i don't much like representational art eitherswisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17924594772578153947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-29506280219433869312008-10-13T06:29:00.000+02:002008-10-13T06:29:00.000+02:00I've been spinning back and forth between noticing...I've been spinning back and forth between noticing and not-noticing the form as I continue with the book, enjoying the dizzying pleasure of slowly noticing all the rhymes and repetitions.<BR/><BR/>It's the interaction between noticing and not-noticing that is a huge part of the experience in reading Skloot, even (or especially) in painfully sad poems.Andrew Shieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02804655739574694901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-80027759247589360432008-10-13T05:36:00.000+02:002008-10-13T05:36:00.000+02:00Mr. Skloot seems to be a master at writing poems t...Mr. Skloot seems to be a master at writing poems that rhyme (or sonnets!) in which the rhymes do not call attention to themselves--they are there, but they are subservient to the poem as a whole. I love that!Joannie Stangelandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06006768246992875405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-18077984774577312252008-10-12T11:26:00.000+02:002008-10-12T11:26:00.000+02:00While Googling the poem, I discovered that it has ...While Googling the poem, I discovered that it has been anthologized: in the Strong Measures collection, and apparently in the Penguin Book of the Sonnet ("apparently" because that book came up when I googled the title, but I could not find a table of contents, as I could with the Strong Measures book).<BR/><BR/>("Strong Measures": published by Longman in 1997, "contemporary American poetry in traditional form")Andrew Shieldshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02804655739574694901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20782819.post-36556236634006637512008-10-12T11:21:00.000+02:002008-10-12T11:21:00.000+02:00Thanks for that Andrew. I had heard of Floyd Skoot...Thanks for that Andrew. I had heard of Floyd Skoot before (the name is hard to forget), though I don't know if I have ever come across his work. Like yourself, I didn't realise it was a sonnet immediately. I want to use it for the beginners' poetry workshops I run, where we consider that form in some detail.Mark Granierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09899629187771913398noreply@blogger.com